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I expect him to pull her into his lap or something. Hold her as a trophy while they play another game.
I’m not prepared for her to lie down on the poker table and for him to peel away her pastel wrapping like he’s going to town on a piece of saltwater taffy.
Her matching bikini is flicked away, too, and there’s Hannah—a girl from my class, oh myGod—naked, spread eagle, as Ethan and some of his frat buddies have a front-row seat for Forrest to whip it out and slap his erection between her legs.
Like he actually slaps her with it.
Does that feel good for him? For her?
She makes a gasping sound, but who knows if that’s more pretend play or what.
He takes his time between her legs, working his hand over himself and her, making a big deal about how he paid big money to be her first time.
And then when he pushes inside her, she puts on what I hope is a very good show, twisting her face to the side in anguish and writhing on the table as he starts to fuck her.
I’ve never seen people fuck in real life. I’ve looked at porn, a little, like anyone with curiosity and privacy. But this is…people I know. Naked. Together. Moving and making sounds.
It doesn’t last long.
Forrest pulls out and comes all over Hannah, which is when I realize that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
Oh my God.
Someone tosses Hannah a towel, and she slides off the table with a giggle.
Forrest grabs her face, halting her retreat. “I’m not done with you. I want you in my cabin all night.”
She nods as much as the firm grip of his fingers allows, and then he lets her cover herself back up again.
He takes his seat again. “Another hand, gentlemen?”
I slug back my Coke.
“I need to pee,” I whisper loudly to Gracie.
Ethan notices and watches me head down the hallway to the head I pretended to use before—but that’s where Hannah’s gone.
“There’s another one up the stairs,” Ethans says, grinning at me. “Or you can go to our cabin.”
Gross gross gross.
I climb the exterior staircase instead. I don’t really need to pee, but just anything to get away from people for a minute—and maybe find more out about the boat.
Maybe I can convince the captain to put me in a lifeboat and point me back in the direction of shore. What’s the worst that could go wrong? I’d take my chances with an oar right now.
I find the washroom, then quietly tiptoe past it to the bridge. It’s dark in there, only a faint red light illuminating the space.
I see the captain leaning over a display, a coffee cup in his hand. It wobbles as he sets it down.
“Hello?” I say quietly. “I’m, uh, one of the guests tonight. Could I, uh…”
He doesn’t seem like he hears me. I move a little closer, not wanting to startle him.
“Excuse me, sir?” I lift my voice a little, hoping the raucous laughter from downstairs covers it up.
His hand smacks down onto the counter, his coffee mug tipping over. The liquid inside hits the floor in a wet sound asecond before he slumps all the way forward, crashing to his knees.
I jump forward, trying to catch him, but he’s heavy, and he falls sideways against me.
